Set the controls for the heart of the sun

[Eden]

The sun filtered through leafless branches outside the window, hitting my bed in just the right way. Scrounging up a summer changa mix for an added element of nostalgia, a few light puffs took me into a sunny lightspace of compassionate contemplation aimed towards mother gaia.

Just the faintest glimmer of a sphere-like room emerged, radial arms of energy pulsating outwards from the nipple-protrusion in the center of the space. It was a low dose, and I truly wasn't there, but felt the immense potential of this "hub".

This got me to thinking of hyperspacial travels in the very literal sense, where intentions and setting have such a massive impact on the resulting experience.
I then remembered this:

But you should remember that hyperspace is above all a resonant chamber.

With warm sunlight hitting me full in the face, spicy inhalations followed the whisper of "the sun is my intention." After the obligatory teleportation of perception, I stumbled upon a blinding city of condensing light and energy, extensions actively building upon themselves and tumbling into chaos in the same moment.

You have arrived at your destination. Welcome to the Sun.

Of course, one does not always have control over the direction of these experiences; such a claim would be laughable. A metaphor: for everyone familiar with Harry Potter, the Floo Network is a nice comparison. Without a clear statement of destination, the traveler could end up absolutely anywhere in the system. Applying this to hyperspace, I don't think any of us care that we arrive at dimensions far beyond our lucid imaginations: this is to some extent the greatest aspect of DMT and somewhat the purpose of our delving.

We are time travelers, oracles, weavers of the cosmic fabric.

Of course, it's all theory and subject to loads of placebo, but truly what isn't when we are conversing about substances that are manifestations of the mind? I have given up on attempting to confine these altered mind-states through my human attempts of interpretation. I am reminded of the words of an empathetic soul:

The universe is larger than our view of it.

Whether a dimension of external forces or simply a projection of my own exploratory passion, hyperspace IS. I'm not sure what it is, what exactly DMT catalyzes, or what the implications of such answers would even be, but I am eternally grateful, eternally content. The experience is achievable, if not always graspable, and the results can hardly be communicated through a finite set of vocal chord vibrations. For once in my life, knowing the WHY couldn't matter less. There is nothing to measure against the depth of hyperspace…even the attempt of measuring locks you within a finite framework of empty assumptions.

I don't understand the gift, but I do feel its power. And I will travel.

 

[shoe]

so: bringing with him energy, love, pure hi-frequency light, and his own internal process, eden stripped back the perceptual filters of the mind, pryed open the third eye, re-engaged the experiencing of consiousness experiencing consiousness... where he went I cannot say; which destination he arrived at I cannot know.

Did he arrive to experience the all-ness of everything? Was his intent so pure that it resonated with that which resonates? Did he realise his own reflection, or just skim past it, noticing? can one transcend limits that he defined? do you realise that there are no limits?

upon the plane of infinite infinities parallel lines will meet, abstracted higher still all possibilities are certainty. nothing exists, here.

to elaborate on the resonant chamber; first, there was infinite stillness. then, a drop! now, there is everything.

namasté,
...and thanks for quoting me. my experience tells me it's true.